Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Had she...had she actually heard him right?
The injustice of it slammed into her all at once, all the breath gone out of her chest in one go, because he had been the one cheating on her for months, not the other way around.
Cyrus’s blood was boiling, and the longer he stared at Kyara with her still trying to play the innocent victim—the more he was convinced he had it right. There was no damn way a loser like Kyara would break up with him just like that unless...
Think, man, think!
She didn’t have a lot of friends, but if he thought about it hard enough, he should come up with a name or two. The guy had to be around her all the time. Someone who was likely working at the same company like...
The Executioner!
Cyrus’s fingers curled into fists against his sides. She had always been such a fucking party pooper every time he’d call her old boss names. She was never fun like the other girls, and...and...she was so damn stupid she didn’t even see that the old man was exactly that. All the fucking fun and joy in a place went out of the window whenever Havington was around. Cyrus didn’t even know why his father hadn’t fired the guy, despite all the times Cyrus had complained about him.
He had heard all about the rumors, too, of course. That his father had something on Havington, and that was why the latter’s billions couldn’t be of help to him. What would it feel like, Cyrus found himself thinking, to destroy a billionaire?
Kyara’s stomach started twisting itself in knots with all the expressions she saw flitting over Cyrus’s face. Even though he had yet to say a word, she could already tell that her ex-boyfriend was planning something bad—
“You’ll regret this, Kyara.”
And his threat simply confirmed it.
“I’ll make both of you regret it, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second making you and Havington pay.”
Cyrus had already started walking toward the revolving door when Kyara got over her shock, and the truth of his words hit her for real.
“Cyrus, wait—”
Why...how...
“Wait!”
Kyara broke into a run, her only thought to stop Cyrus from leaving. She had to let him know that whatever it was he was thinking—he was wrong. Absolutely wrong.
“Cyrus, please stop!”
Her boss had nothing to do with their breakup—
Her throat locked in panic as Cyrus went through the revolving door, and she pushed through after him, the cold hitting her face hard. Cyrus was walking so, so fast. It was almost as if he really wanted to see how desperate she was to catch up to him—
“Cyrus, it’s not what you think, please just listen to me—”
He didn’t even look back. He got inside his car, and even though she knew he saw her reaching for the handle—
He didn’t care at all, and Kyara barely managed to stumble back a step so her hand wouldn’t get caught.
No. No. No.
All she could do was stand there on the sidewalk in the cold without her coat, watching the tail lights merge into traffic as her heart dropped to her stomach.
What...what had she done?
She just stood there for a long, long time, shock making her unaware that for some time now, she and Cyrus had their own audience.
And it was none other than Lyrius.
His limousine had just pulled out of the basement ramp when he saw her.
Kyara, looking heartbroken and desperate, as she ran after her ex-boyfriend like her life depended on it.
He saw it all happen.
The girl he loved, chasing the boy she desired.
Chapter 9
LYRIUS WAS ALREADY at his desk when the elevator chimed in the outer office, and she walked into the room. She had dark circles under her eyes, the kind that a girl could have either because of her heartbreak...or because she and Wallace had gotten back together, and so they had gotten back to doing what they had been apparently doing for the past three years, which was to kiss all the fucking—
Stop it, Havington!
Kyara came inside his office, greeting him in a tentative voice, and he acknowledged this with a clipped nod before proceeding to ignore her. This was how it should always be between them. Only an idiot would think otherwise, after what he had witnessed last night.
Kyara wanted to believe that her boss would go back to how he used to be sooner or later.
But she was wrong.
One hour went by. Then another and another. And not once did he glance her way, much less address her. And when they proceeded to one of the conference rooms to have their meeting, and she had to hand him a folder of documents, he simply took it without a word when in the past he would have at least murmured thanks and smiled at her even.
What followed was the longest forty minutes of her life, and when their meeting ended, she heard her boss ask Lara to have the revised figures ready by tomorrow. Why couldn’t he tell her himself when Kyara was right there?